The scorching sun was shining in the sky, making everyone feel listless.
The rich and powerful people use the cool breeze of ice to cool down at home, while the poor people have no choice but to spend a little money in the teahouse, drink a few sips of herbal tea, and enjoy the coolness provided by the teahouse.
There were not many pedestrians on the main street of Bazhong City, not entirely because of the coming heat, but also because the Red Delirium Army had intensified their patrols on this day, and there was an endless stream of serious and excited officers.
The movements of the Red Delirium Army aroused speculation among the casual guests in the teahouse. There were various theories, and one of them firmly claimed that the Red Delirium Army in Bazhong County had finished its rest and was about to go into war again.
Zuo Wuzhou has never been in charge of the military, so it is difficult to understand how the army operates. But based on common sense, this is undoubtedly a fairly reliable statement.
The fact that mid-level officers of the Red Delirium Army appeared in large numbers in Bazhong City probably has nothing to do with the war. Everyone has already seen the Red Delirium's attempt to destroy the Xilin Kingdom as the war has developed so far.
Now that the pace of the war has reached Bazhong County, Xilin has no power to resist, just like a naked girl waiting for a rough man. The Red Delirium Army has no reason and cannot give up and continue to capture Xilin.
Among the endless stream of mid-level officers, Zuo Wuzhou saw the sixth-grade soul martial artist who had chased him.
As soon as he saw that person, Zuo Wuzhou knew that he had made a mistake - that sixth-grade soul martial artist was not a flag commander, but a captain or a captain. As the top rank of mid-level officers, the captain's station was different from what he had guessed.
There is a huge difference. No wonder this person's whereabouts have not been discovered.
The sixth-grade soul martial master slipped under Zuo Wuzhou's nose, and Zuo Wuzhou did not act hastily. To assassinate a mid-level red delirium officer in broad daylight, especially when there was a gap between two ranks, was not courage, but recklessness.
There is often a fine line between courage and recklessness. Before going to the battlefield, Zuo Wuzhou believed that he might not be able to tell what courage was and what recklessness was. But the experience of surviving on the battlefield gave him a deep understanding.
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"Since you are going to the General's Mansion for a military meeting, you must come back and pass by."
Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were as deep as the vast starry sky, and a ball of bright starlight burst out from his pupils.
"I'll just wait until you show up."
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A curfew was implemented in Bazhong City, and shortly after nightfall, the entire city was under martial law. Especially tonight, the martial law was even stronger.
It can be seen that the Red Delirium Army of the Bazhong Army is about to launch an offensive against Xilin again. This certainty is extremely reliable.
Waiting is an extremely painful thing, especially for those who don't have much patience, it is a great torture.
Waiting that may seem unbearable to others seems to be a good job and a kind of enjoyment for Zuo Wuzhou. He disguised himself as a beggar and slept on the street, waiting from day to night and from early morning until dawn.
Apart from practicing, Zuo Wuzhou is thinking about the soul cultivation path. Nothing can stop him from practicing, even at any moment, he is unwilling to give up even the shortest time to practice.
Because he had wasted ten years of his youth, the most important ten years of soul cultivation, was wasted in Fengwei Sect. Therefore, he could seize every moment to cultivate more urgently than others.
The whole night of waiting did not make Zuo Wuzhou, who was lying on the street with a dirty face, a little anxious.
Four months ago, when he and Dao Qi went to the battlefield together, Dao Qi and Chen Zongzhi discovered that Zuo Wuzhou had an amazing patience that was inconsistent with his age.
Zuo Wuzhou knew full well that he had survived the most difficult ten years, so there was no reason why he couldn't even have this little patience.
"It seems I was wrong again. That man, like other mid-level officers, stayed in the general's residence all night." As he was thinking about it, his eyes moved and he was shocked!
"You finally came!"
In the distance, an officer rode a war horse, walking at a slow pace, the horse's hooves beating out the rhythm of death.
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Yang Shuang, proudly surrounded by his subordinates, headed out of the city along the main street.
For example, the outside world firmly says that the Hongzhan Army in Bazhong County is indeed going to launch the next round of offensive against Xilin. And he, Yang Shuangjiang, will get one of the most important tasks. As long as he makes this contribution, he will be promoted to general.
It's inevitable.
As a member of the Yang family, it is not surprising that he is treated like this.
Yang Shuang has many different identities. From his own point of view, first of all, he is a member of the Yang family of Red Delirium. Secondly, he is a sixth-grade soul martial artist. Finally, he is a mid-level officer of the Red Delirium Kingdom.
But thinking of Yang Lin, Yang Shuang's heart sank. This was probably the most painful blow the Yang family had suffered in the past ten years.
With Yang Lin's potential at the fourth level at the age of nineteen, he has great hope of becoming the ninth level in the future, and there is even a slight possibility of breaking through the ninth level. However, Tianzhizi died on the battlefield like this, an extremely unjust death. Regardless of Yang Shuang
No matter how many Zuo Wuzhous were killed in revenge, it would be meaningless.
Yang Shuang wished he could cut the person who killed his nephew into pieces. Thinking of this, his anger arose again: "Have you found out the origin of that person? Even if he dies, I want his entire family to be buried with Lin'er."
"Sir, we are checking." The subordinates did not dare to make mistakes: "The military register obtained from the Xilin Army is quite confusing, and I haven't found it yet."
"Check quickly, I must know who it is. Find it out for me within three days."
Yang Shuanghu grimaced. He believed that the person who killed Lin'er was probably from a certain aristocratic family in Xilin. The person who killed Lin'er was also very young. Except for the aristocratic family, it is difficult to have such a young fourth-grade soul martial master. This is even more so.
, his march must go smoothly this time, forcing Xilin to hand over the murderer's family.
How to deal with it, he hasn't thought of yet, but he definitely doesn't mind using the most vicious method to vent his anger.
A ninth-grade master can support a family. A tenth-grade master can even support a country. It is conceivable how angry Yang Lin's death made the Yang family.
However, Yang Shuang's expression changed. The young man who killed Lin'er that day had a fourth-grade cultivation level and looked to be only about twenty years old. When did such a genius appear in Xilin?
It was a shame that that man escaped a month ago. Yang Shuang secretly resented it, otherwise, he would have strangled that genius in his infancy.
If Yang Shuang knew that Zuo Wuzhou was exactly eighteen years old and he was misled by his sophistication and calmness, he would be shocked and his desire to kill Zuo Wuzhou would be even stronger.
Zuo Wuzhou didn't know much about the world of soul cultivation, but Yang Shuang, who came from a noble family, knew it very well. When you reach the fourth level, the younger you are, the higher your potential. This has been a recognized fact for thousands of years.
A nineteen-year-old fourth-grade person has great potential to reach ninth-grade in the future.
And the 18-year-old Fourth-Rank has the potential to break through to the Tenth-Rank in the future!
If you are not in the fourth grade at eighteen, you will have no hope for life, which refers to the tenth grade!
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Yang Shuang came back to his senses and heard his subordinates talking in low voices: "Do you think our Red Delirium will wipe out Xilin in one go this time? I really don't understand. We fought so well a month ago, why suddenly
He took the initiative to stop the attack."
"It should be possible. Xi Lin is definitely no match for our Red Delirium. As long as we go ahead and fight, we will definitely destroy Xi Lin in three months."
Yang Shuang's face sank. Only senior generals knew about this matter. As a member of the Yang family, he knew some of the key points.
The reason why the attack was suddenly stopped at the moment of great momentum a month ago was because Hong Deli suddenly received a piece of information about a certain person in Xilin.
A Xilin man who has protected Xilin's peace for hundreds of years, Xilin's national master. If that person doesn't die, it will be difficult for Red Delirium to annex Xilin.
The reason why Hong Deli suddenly launched a war to destroy the country against Xilin was because before the war, it was said that Xilin's national master was seriously injured and would die soon.
However, this time, the reason why Hong Deli dared to ignore Xi Lin's Imperial Preceptor and launched a full-line offensive was because Hong Deli hired people to deal with Xi Lin's Imperial Preceptor. Whether it was to confirm Xi Lin's Imperial Preceptor's injury or to kill Xi Lin's Imperial Preceptor, Hong Deli must destroy Xi Lin.
It’s a foregone conclusion.
"Let's go!" Yang Shuang felt agitated for no reason, shouted, and galloped forward.
As they drove to an alley, a figure suddenly came out quickly and blocked their way.
The war horse neighed and became restless. Yang Shuang was furious and reined in the horse's head: "Get away!"
The person blocking the road in front of the war horse was a beggar. The beggar was dancing and wagging, pointing at the alley in excitement and fear, as if he wanted to say something to them.
Yang Shuang's heart moved: "This beggar is mute. In recent days, Xilinhun monks have been secretly causing chaos in the occupied areas. Could it be that this beggar has discovered something?"
Yang Shuangxiang lowered his head and said, "Go and have a look with him! Be careful, if anything goes wrong, kill him."
The beggar was both happy and trembling, and followed the soldier into the alley with a cowering look on his face. When he went around the side road, the soldier saw that there was no one in the alley, so he wanted to shout. Suddenly, he felt something in his heart.
I felt a sharp pain and died on the spot.
Zuo Wuzhou quickly took off his soldier's uniform, wiped the dirt off his face, and put on this costume. Then he imitated the soldier's appearance and activated his "Transformation Soul".
After completing all the trivial matters, Zuo Wuzhou calmed down and put on the soldier's original cold look on his face!
"The 'Transformed Soul' only has one-third of the time left, and the assassination must be completed quickly."